Sunday Feature By Kunal Roy
‘TRADEDY LOOMED LARGE’! THANKS AND REGARDS
Human life is as fragile as glass. Human existence is a farce. Every moment we are at the mercy of the Lord above. We are nothing but marionettes at the hands of divine dispensation! Yet egoism and vanity maim the heart and soul. Little do we know what the fate has in store for us!
The severe train accident at Balasore has proved the helplessness of the poor mortals anew! Millions died. Millions lost their families. The souls were trapped in between the tilted compartments. Primarily the investigation dictated that it was owing to faulty signalling or the driver’s callousness! But how far these words are true! It could also be a sabotage as stated in the headline in one of the leading district dailies. But whatever may be the matter, there was a tremendous loss of life and property. The few ones who managed to escape this monstrous mishap couldn’t sleep at night! Time and again they expressed their horror, which also appeared in their eyes! The lost limbs, the crushed muscles, the oozing blood and other sights of fear bore a strong testimony to the wish of the Lord. The malefic combination of the planets and stars. And the lesson taught to the human race at large! However, the Government promised to look into the matter and unearth the truth, the act of divinity delayed the entire attempt, making it more intricated, more confounding! Things often refuse to follow the conventional norms, believe it or not!
A cursed journey. The heap of dead bodies. A train rammed into another. The busy rescue force. The cries of kith and kin. The desperate search for the missing ones. People ran from pillar to post – the scenes collaged to breed a sense of unalloyed sorrow. Truly death never knows any reason and the silence it brings in its wake is far from comforting. ” As flies to wanton boys/ are we to the gods/ They kill us for their sport!”. Can we really do anything if such an incident take place again? Are we courageous enough to script our own destiny? Are we really strong to raise our voice against the deeds of Lord? Such questions still manage to tease our brain cells. The reason is obvious. We really don’t have any apt answer to any one of them. Any different opinion?
– Kunal Roy
ENGLISH ESSAY : ‘TRADEDY LOOMED LARGE’! THANKS AND REGARDS
Human life is as fragile as glass. Human existence is a farce. Every moment we are at the mercy of the Lord above. We are nothing but marionettes at the hands of divine dispensation! Yet egoism and vanity maim the heart and soul. Little do we know what the fate has in store for us!
The severe train accident at Balasore has proved the helplessness of the poor mortals anew! Millions died. Millions lost their families. The souls were trapped in between the tilted compartments. Primarily the investigation dictated that it was owing to faulty signalling or the driver’s callousness! But how far these words are true! It could also be a sabotage as stated in the headline in one of the leading district dailies. But whatever may be the matter, there was a tremendous loss of life and property. The few ones who managed to escape this monstrous mishap couldn’t sleep at night! Time and again they expressed their horror, which also appeared in their eyes! The lost limbs, the crushed muscles, the oozing blood and other sights of fear bore a strong testimony to the wish of the Lord. The malefic combination of the planets and stars. And the lesson taught to the human race at large! However, the Government promised to look into the matter and unearth the truth, the act of divinity delayed the entire attempt, making it more intricated, more confounding! Things often refuse to follow the conventional norms, believe it or not!
A cursed journey. The heap of dead bodies. A train rammed into another. The busy rescue force. The cries of kith and kin. The desperate search for the missing ones. People ran from pillar to post – the scenes collaged to breed a sense of unalloyed sorrow. Truly death never knows any reason and the silence it brings in its wake is far from comforting. ” As flies to wanton boys/ are we to the gods/ They kill us for their sport!”. Can we really do anything if such an incident take place again? Are we courageous enough to script our own destiny? Are we really strong to raise our voice against the deeds of Lord? Such questions still manage to tease our brain cells. The reason is obvious. We really don’t have any apt answer to any one of them. Any different opinion?
– Kunal Roy
ENGLISH ESSAY : ‘TRADEDY LOOMED LARGE’! THANKS AND REGARDS
Human life is as fragile as glass. Human existence is a farce. Every moment we are at the mercy of the Lord above. We are nothing but marionettes at the hands of divine dispensation! Yet egoism and vanity maim the heart and soul. Little do we know what the fate has in store for us!
The severe train accident at Balasore has proved the helplessness of the poor mortals anew! Millions died. Millions lost their families. The souls were trapped in between the tilted compartments. Primarily the investigation dictated that it was owing to faulty signalling or the driver’s callousness! But how far these words are true! It could also be a sabotage as stated in the headline in one of the leading district dailies. But whatever may be the matter, there was a tremendous loss of life and property. The few ones who managed to escape this monstrous mishap couldn’t sleep at night! Time and again they expressed their horror, which also appeared in their eyes! The lost limbs, the crushed muscles, the oozing blood and other sights of fear bore a strong testimony to the wish of the Lord. The malefic combination of the planets and stars. And the lesson taught to the human race at large! However, the Government promised to look into the matter and unearth the truth, the act of divinity delayed the entire attempt, making it more intricated, more confounding! Things often refuse to follow the conventional norms, believe it or not!
A cursed journey. The heap of dead bodies. A train rammed into another. The busy rescue force. The cries of kith and kin. The desperate search for the missing ones. People ran from pillar to post – the scenes collaged to breed a sense of unalloyed sorrow. Truly death never knows any reason and the silence it brings in its wake is far from comforting. ” As flies to wanton boys/ are we to the gods/ They kill us for their sport!”. Can we really do anything if such an incident take place again? Are we courageous enough to script our own destiny? Are we really strong to raise our voice against the deeds of Lord? Such questions still manage to tease our brain cells. The reason is obvious. We really don’t have any apt answer to any one of them. Any different opinion?
